Charles Bukowski Quotes

A woman's life is nine parts mess to one part magic, you'll learn that soon enough...and the parts that look like magic turn out to be the messiest of all.

We have arrived at an intellectual chaos.

There's chaos out there, and chaos means opportunity.

Man's greatest fear is chaos.

Chaos is a friend of mine.

I think frankly when it comes to chaos you ain't seen nothing yet.

You always have to wrestle with chaos.

Very often at the end of 'The Sopranos' you get the feeling that its not under control, you should be very worried, and life is kind of really, really messed up at lot of times. It leaves you feeling very disconcerted. That was kind of the point of it.

There is no order in the world around us, we must adapt ourselves to the requirements of chaos instead

War is not neat. It's not tidy. It's a mess.

It is not new and it is not order.

We live in a... chaotic world.

Chaos is what we have. That is what I believe.

Chaos is my natural habitat. I write about chaotic situations and about people finding their way through the chaos, the hope that you can find your way.

Nothing good ever happens in a blackout. I've never woken up and been like, 'What is this Pilates mat doing out?'

So what if right now everything is wrong?

Just keep playing, mastering as you do the step Into disorder this one meant. Don't you see It's all we can do? Meanwhile, great fires Arise, as of haystacks aflame. The dial has been set And that's ominous, but all your graciousness in living Conspires with it, now that this is our home: A place to be from, and have people ask about.

The confusion is not my invention. We cannot listen to a conversation for five minutes without being aware of the confusion. It is all around us and our only chance now is to let it in. The only chance of renovation is to open our eyes and see the mess. It is not a mess you can make sense of.

Chaos needs no allies, for it dwells like a poison in every one of us.

Weren't we all crazy in our sleep? What was sleep, after all, but the process by which we dumped our insanity into a dark subconscious pit and came out on the other side ready to eat cereal instead of our neighbor's children?

Had I to create a name for these times, I’d say it is the age of craziness

The created order is everywhere punched and torn open by ellipses, drifts, and leaks of meaning: it is a sieve-order.

Sometimes there is no way to hold your life together. Sometimes things just have to fall apart.

Chaos umpire sits And by decision more embroils the fray by which he reigns: next him high arbiter Chance governs all.

Do you know what chaos stands for? C-H-A-O-S stands for Critical Hate And Overwhelming Stupidity.